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Almighty

Fogged Self
Her He in all
He in Her, in Her makes
His scheme She applies ceaselessly
Yet-fogged

poem by Indira Renganathan
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The Challenge

I had a dream
To challenge a scheme
And with my scheme
I shattered my dream
I had a scheme
To challenge a dream
And with my dream
I shattered my scheme
The scheme the brain and the dream
They challenged my self-esteem
I had a brain that conceived the dream
That challenged the scheme
That shattered the dream
That challenged my self-esteem
I had a brain that conceived the scheme
That challenged the dream
That shattered the scheme
That challenged my self-esteem
The brain the scheme and the dream
They challenged my self-esteem
With my self-esteem,
I challenge my scheme
To challenge my brain
To conceive the dream
That shattered the scheme
With my, scheme
I challenge my self-esteem
To challenge my brain
To conceive the dream
That shattered my self-esteem
With my, dream
I challenge my self-esteem
To challenge my brain
To conceive the scheme
That shattered the dream
My self-esteem the brain and the dream
They challenged the scheme

6/20/07

poem by Jim Milks
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Word On A Wing

In this age of grand illusion you walked into my life out of my dreams
I dont need another change, still you forced away into my scheme of things
You say were growing, growing heart and soul
In this age of grand illusion you walked into my life out of my dreams
Sweet name, youre born once again for me
Sweet name, youre born once again for me
Oh sweet name, I call you again, youre born once again for me
Just because I believe dont mean I dont think as well
Dont have to question everything in heaven or hell
Lord, I kneel and offer you my word on a wing
And Im trying hard to fit among your scheme of things
Its safer than a strange land, but I still care for myself
And I dont stand in my own light
Lord, lord, my prayer flies like a word on a wing
My prayer flies like a word on a wing
Does my prayer fit in with your scheme of things?
In this age of grand illusion you walked into my life out of my dreams
Sweet name, youre born once again for me
Just as long as I can see, Ill never stop this vision flowing
I look twice and youre still flowing
Just as long as I can walk
Ill walk beside you, Im alive in you
Sweet name, youre born once again for me
And Im ready to shape the scheme of things
Ooh, ready to shape the scheme of things
Ooh, ready to shape the scheme of things
Ooh, ready to shape the scheme of things
Ooh, ready to shape the scheme of things
Ooh, ready to shape the scheme of things
Ooh...
Lord, I kneel and offer you my word on a wing
And Im trying hard to fit among your scheme of things
Its safer than a strange land, but I still care for myself
And I dont stand in my own light
Lord, lord, my prayer flies like a word on a wing
And Im trying hard to fit among your scheme of things
Its safer than a strange land, but I still care for myself
And I dont stand in my own light
Lord, lord, my prayer flies like a word on a wing
My prayer flies like a word on a wing
Does my prayer fit in with your scheme of things?

song performed by David Bowie
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The Scheme

Parting a friendship entails loss of feeling, bereavement and sad loss, it is the scheme,
We fight forever as hearts entwined, a sadness has overcome us, it is the scheme.

My dispute lies in the warning given to my brain, too soft, too poignant,
Since the power of the cold weather is upon us like a boss, it is the scheme.

Upstairs it rains from the clouds into my apartment if going was easy enough,
How do sentences disappear, and reappear for the chaos, is it the scheme?

Are not powers greater than what is shared, the bought product is used well,
Like no other, as it is a sequence of flight that is a sauce, it is the scheme.

My teeth have powerful roots, like the family and country, angering our youth,
Who see the world as fortune and gold and mines of silver, their ethos and scheme.

Why on this planet do we encounter pain all too resenting and unkind?
Because my friends part for open learning and they give no toss, it is a scheme.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Vision Of Columbus - Book 8

And now the Angel, from the trembling sight,
Veil'd the wide world–when sudden shades of night
Move o'er the ethereal vault; the starry train
Paint their dim forms beneath the placid main;
While earth and heaven, around the hero's eye,
Seem arch'd immense, like one surrounding sky.
Still, from the Power superior splendors shone,
The height emblazing like a radiant throne;
To converse sweet the soothing shades invite,
And on the guide the hero fix'd his sight.
Kind messenger of Heaven, he thus began,
Why this progressive labouring search of man?
If man by wisdom form'd hath power to reach
These opening truths that following ages teach,
Step after step, thro' devious mazes, wind,
And fill at last the measure of the mind,
Why did not Heaven, with one unclouded ray,
All human arts and reason's powers display?
That mad opinions, sects and party strife
Might find no place t'imbitter human life.
To whom the Angelic Power; to thee 'tis given,
To hold high converse, and enquire of heaven,
To mark uncircled ages and to trace
The unfolding truths that wait thy kindred race.
Know then, the counsels of th'unchanging Mind,
Thro' nature's range, progressive paths design'd,
Unfinish'd works th'harmonious system grace,
Thro' all duration and around all space;
Thus beauty, wisdom, power, their parts unroll,
Till full perfection joins the accordant whole.
So the first week, beheld the progress rise,
Which form'd the earth and arch'd th'incumbant skies.
Dark and imperfect first, the unbeauteous frame,
From vacant night, to crude existence came;
Light starr'd the heavens and suns were taught their bound,
Winds woke their force, and floods their centre found;
Earth's kindred elements, in joyous strife,
Warm'd the glad glebe to vegetable life,
Till sense and power and action claim'd their place,
And godlike reason crown'd the imperial race.
Progressive thus, from that great source above,
Flows the fair fountain of redeeming love.
Dark harbingers of hope, at first bestow'd,
Taught early faith to feel her path to God:
Down the prophetic, brightening train of years,
Consenting voices rose of different seers,
In shadowy types display'd the accomplish'd plan,
When filial Godhead should assume the man,
When the pure Church should stretch her arms abroad,
Fair as a bride and liberal as her God;

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poem by Joel Barlow
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XI. Guido

You are the Cardinal Acciaiuoli, and you,
Abate Panciatichi—two good Tuscan names:
Acciaiuoli—ah, your ancestor it was
Built the huge battlemented convent-block
Over the little forky flashing Greve
That takes the quick turn at the foot o' the hill
Just as one first sees Florence: oh those days!
'T is Ema, though, the other rivulet,
The one-arched brown brick bridge yawns over,—yes,
Gallop and go five minutes, and you gain
The Roman Gate from where the Ema's bridged:
Kingfishers fly there: how I see the bend
O'erturreted by Certosa which he built,
That Senescal (we styled him) of your House!
I do adjure you, help me, Sirs! My blood
Comes from as far a source: ought it to end
This way, by leakage through their scaffold-planks
Into Rome's sink where her red refuse runs?
Sirs, I beseech you by blood-sympathy,
If there be any vile experiment
In the air,—if this your visit simply prove,
When all's done, just a well-intentioned trick,
That tries for truth truer than truth itself,
By startling up a man, ere break of day,
To tell him he must die at sunset,—pshaw!
That man's a Franceschini; feel his pulse,
Laugh at your folly, and let's all go sleep!
You have my last word,—innocent am I
As Innocent my Pope and murderer,
Innocent as a babe, as Mary's own,
As Mary's self,—I said, say and repeat,—
And why, then, should I die twelve hours hence? I—
Whom, not twelve hours ago, the gaoler bade
Turn to my straw-truss, settle and sleep sound
That I might wake the sooner, promptlier pay
His due of meat-and-drink-indulgence, cross
His palm with fee of the good-hand, beside,
As gallants use who go at large again!
For why? All honest Rome approved my part;
Whoever owned wife, sister, daughter,—nay,
Mistress,—had any shadow of any right
That looks like right, and, all the more resolved,
Held it with tooth and nail,—these manly men
Approved! I being for Rome, Rome was for me.
Then, there's the point reserved, the subterfuge
My lawyers held by, kept for last resource,
Firm should all else,—the impossible fancy!—fail,
And sneaking burgess-spirit win the day.
The knaves! One plea at least would hold,—they laughed,—
One grappling-iron scratch the bottom-rock

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poem by Robert Browning from The Ring and the Book
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Infinitely, Before You Arrived

You can not borrow from my time,
Infinitely.
Infinitely.
Infinitely...You can not borrow from my time,
Infinitely.
Infinitely.
Infinitely...To take,
And try to make your mission my condition.
To leave me in suspicion wishing,
For your absence I was missing...
Before you arrived.

You can not borrow my time to take...
And try to make your mission,
My condition.
Before you arrived.

You can not borrow from my time,
Infinitely.
Infinitely.
Infinitely...To take,
And try to make your mission my condition.
To leave me in suspicion wishing,
For your absence I was missing...
Before you arrived.
To lie and scheme by my side.

Infinitely.
Before you arrived.
Infinitely.
To lie and scheme by my side.

Infinitely.
Before you arrived.
Infinitely.
To lie and scheme by my side.

Infinitely.
Before you arrived.
Infinitely.
To lie and scheme by my side.

Infinitely.
Infinitely.
Infini tely...
To lie and scheme by my side.
Infinitely.
Infinitely.
Infinitely.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I have a Dream

I have a dream, and you are its spring,
I have a ring and you are its finger
to offer a future where true love can linger
well into the winter of life, so I sing: -
every day, every way, share tenderness true.

Life has a scheme, and you are its reason
ring spinning win/win day in and day out,
minds meeting without hesitation or doubt,
from season to season osmosis agrees on
serenity, harmony, eyes linked, skies blue.

I have a dream, to open my heart,
two hearts combine, part of each each becomes,
never sundered apart, nor divided, a sum
to multiply joy, - let our summer now start: -
let us share love together, forever skies blue.

Life has a scheme, where we two may share
joy's voyage, scope, journey to Cape of Good Hope,
page turns, earns rainbow, learns to tenderly cope,
where bubbles - scares, troubles - dissolve in thin air,
where tenderness timeless unites me to you.

I have a dream, and you are its tune
violins and the moon, in love side by side,
on hope’s wings will we ride with no other beside,
with blossoms which bloom, braving storm and typhoon
we shall share love together, each day brings joy new.

Life has a scheme to play through the years,
where happiness hears far more than is spoken,
where trust answers trust, no promises broken,
affection awoken defeating false fears;
interwoven, our destinies know no adieu.

I have a dream where you are the sun,
true love has begun to burst into fire,
so I take up my lyre to string your desire –
all roses and cream, all winners, all’s won:
let us share love together, forever skies blue.

Life has a scheme, theme tune winning team
forever sings clear in harmony dear,
where both far and near the same may appear,
respect and esteem consecration supreme:
where each day adds to optimistic debut.

I have a dream where tenderness reigns,
where it never rains but to colour the rainbow,

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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Dancing Barefoot

She is benediction
She is addicted to he
She is the root connection and
She is connecting with me

Here I go and I don't know why
I spin so ceaselessly
Could it be he's taking over me

I'm dancing barefoot
Headed for a spin
Some strange music drags me in
It makes me come up like some heroine

She is sublimation
She is the essence of thee
She is concentrating on
He who is chosen by she

Here I go when I don't know why
I spin so ceaselessly
Could it be he's taking over me

I'm dancing barefoot
Headed for a spin
Some strange strange music drags me in
It makes me come up like some heroine

She is recreation
She intoxicated by thee
She has the slow sensation that
He is levitating with she

Here I go when I don't know why
I spin so ceaselessly
'Til I lose my sense of gravity

I'm dancing barefoot
Heading for a spin
Some strange music drives me on
Makes me come up like some heroine

Oh God I feel for you
Oh God I feel for you
Oh God I feel for you
Oh God I feel for you

song performed by U2
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Dancing Barefoot

She is benediction
She is addicted to he
She is the root connection
She is connecting with me
Here I go and I dont know why
I spin so ceaselessly
Could it be hes taking over me
Im dancing barefoot
Headed for a spin
Some strange music drags me in
It makes me come up
Like some heroine
She is sublimation
She is the essence of thee
She is concentrating on
He who is chosen by she
Here I go when I dont know why
I spin so ceaselessly
Could it be hes taking over me
Im dancing barefoot
Headed for a spin
Some strange music drags me in
It makes me come up
Like some heroine
She is recreation
She intoxicated by thee
She has the slow sensation that
He is levitating with she
Here I go when I dont know why
I spin so ceaselessly
til I lose my sense of gravity
Im dancing barefoot
Heading for a spin
Some strange music drives me on
Makes me come up
Like some heroine
Oh god, I fell for you
Oh god, I fell for you
Oh god, I fell for you
Oh god, I fell for you

song performed by Jewel
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Dancing Barefoot

She is benediction
She is addicted to thee
She is the root connection
She is connecting with he
Here I go and I don't know why
I fell so ceaselessly
could it be he's taking over me...
I'm dancing barefoot
Heading for a spin
Some strange music draws me in
Makes me come on like some heroin/e
She is sublimation
She is the essence of thee
She is concentrating on
He, who is chosen by she
Here I go and I don't know why
I spin so ceaselessly, Could it be he's taking over me...
[chorus]
She is re-creation
She, intoxicated by thee
She has the slow sensation that
He is levitating with she...
Here I go and I don't know why,
I spin so ceaselessly,
'til I lose my sense of gravity...
[chorus]
(oh god I fell for you ...)
The plot of our life sweats in the dark like a face
The mystery of childbirth, of childhood itself
Grave visitations
What is it that calls to us?
Why must we pray screaming?
Why must not death be redefined?
We shut our eyes we stretch out our arms
And whirl on a pane of glass
An afixiation a fix on anything the line of life the limb of a tree
The hands of he and the promise that s/he is blessed among women.
(Oh God I fell for you ...)

song performed by Simple Minds
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Dancing Barefoot

(patti smith)
She is benediction
She is addicted to thee
She is the root connection
She is connecting with he
Here I go and I dont know why
I fell so ceaselessly
Could it be hes taking over me...
Im dancing barefoot
Heading for a spin
Some strange music draws me in
Makes me come on like some heroin
She is sublimation
She is the essence of thee
She is concentrating on
He, who is chosen by she
Here I go and I dont know why
I spin so ceaselessly,
Could it be hes taking over me...
Im dancing barefoot
Heading for a spin
Some strange music draws me in
Makes me come on like some heroin
She is recreation
She, intoxicated by thee
She has the slow sensation that
He is levitating with she ...
Here I go and I dont know why,
I spin so ceaselessly,
til I lose my sense of gravity...
Im dancing barefoot
Heading for a spin
Some strange music draws me in
Makes me come on like some heroin

song performed by Waterboys
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A lust for shine

What has blinded us from fake shine?
Illusory shows to attract and convince fine
Eyes too stare at deception and agree
Not willing to come out of it and feel free

Wild animals too leave the share when their stomach is full
We never stop even there is calm and prevails lull
Coffer is never filled and desire is growing unabated
Whole world is after it and ceaselessly debated

Human values are on decline and has taken deep low
Religious fanatics have surfaced and we have allowed
How many innocents shed blood still not followed?
“No” surrender to Almighty’s wished and vowed

Humanity is on wane and we stand helpless
Tears dropp from eyes and shamelessly witness
All blood on earth still no regret for wrong doing
Animals are better than us as human being

We have declined all good appeals
They look unrealistic and stand repealed
The words do not heal the wounds
What else can do magic or look sound?

Mind is bogged down and flooded with thoughts
The war is ceaselessly waged and fought
What is ought to be and not to be ought
Not a single way of salvation is sought

We live under constant fear
Agony, pain and anguish to bear
No flow of water from eyes to fall as tears
We have lost the sympathy to address any one as dear

We will never feel satisfied or contended
Mind will never think of prayers to be attended
No outside noble thought will get free entry
It is open call to invite the gloom and misery

I do nothing to shed tears and watch at the roof
It is helpless tendency to lock in room and stay aloof
This apathy on the part of gentlemen steals the initiative
No thrust is aimed at improving the situation and looks subjective

It is wake up call for all intelligentsias
To work on solid basis without any bias
This can be holy gift from almighty. Messiah or priests
Only rightful attitude to follow and insist

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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Joan

Power generation
You live up your life and it feels like fire
Suspended in animation
A trick of the light and it drives you higher
Blind vision blind faith
You really can be sold
If you dare to disagree
Its just not within the scheme of things
To give up your life so easily
Thats not the way youre meant to be
What a waste of time and energy
Its just not within the scheme of things(live your life)
To give up your life so easily, easily(Ill be there)
Psychic celebration
Look up in the stars and see venus rising
Rapture, fascination
You live for the night and your own desire
Blind vision blind faith
You really cant rely
On what they tell you for effect
Its not just within the scheme of things(live your life)
To give up your life so easily
Thats not the way youre meant to be(I do care)
What a waste of time and energy
Its just not within the scheme of things(live your life)
To give up your life so easily
Thats not the way youre meant to be(Ill be there)
What a waste of time and energy, energy

song performed by Erasure
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Relay

You can hear it in the street, see it in the dragging feet,
You can hear it in the street, see it in the dragging feet,
The word is getting out about control,
The word is getting out about control,
Spies theyve come and gone, the story travels on,
Spies theyve come and gone, the story travels on,
The only quiet place is inside your soul.
The only quiet place is inside your soul.
From tree to tree, from you to me,
From tree to tree, from you to me,
Traveling twice as fast as on any freeway,
Traveling twice as fast as on any freeway,
Every single dream, wrapped up in the scheme,
Every single dream, wrapped up in the scheme,
They all get carried on the relay.
They all get carried on the relay.
Relay, things are brewing,
Relay, things are brewing,
Relay, somethings doing,
Relay, somethings doing,
Relay, theres a revolution,
Relay, theres a revolution,
Relay, relay, hand me down a solution, yeah.
Relay, relay, hand me down a solution, yeah.
Pass it on, come on, a relay.
Pass it on, come on, a relay.
Someone disapproves of what you say and do,
Someone disapproves of what you say and do,
I was asked to see what I could really learn you,
I was asked to see what I could really learn you,
Dont believe your eyes, theyre telling only lies,
Dont believe your eyes, theyre telling only lies,
What is done in the first place dont concern you.
What is done in the first place dont concern you.
]from tree to tree, from you to me,
>from tree to tree, from you to me,
Traveling twice as fast as on any freeway,
Traveling twice as fast as on any freeway,
Every single dream wrapped up in the scheme,
Every single dream wrapped up in the scheme,
They all get carried on the relay.
They all get carried on the relay.
Relay, things are brewing,
Relay, things are brewing,
Relay, somethings doing,
Relay, somethings doing,
Relay, theres a revolution,
Relay, theres a revolution,
Relay, relay, hand me down a solution, yeah.
Relay, relay, hand me down a solution, yeah.

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song performed by Who
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Prince Hohenstiel-Schwangau, Saviour of Society

Epigraph

Υδραν φονεύσας, μυρίων τ᾽ ἄλλων πόνων
διῆλθον ἀγέλας . . .
τὸ λοίσθιον δὲ τόνδ᾽ ἔτλην τάλας πόνον,
. . . δῶμα θριγκῶσαι κακοῖς.

I slew the Hydra, and from labour pass'd
To labour — tribes of labours! Till, at last,
Attempting one more labour, in a trice,
Alack, with ills I crowned the edifice.

You have seen better days, dear? So have I —
And worse too, for they brought no such bud-mouth
As yours to lisp "You wish you knew me!" Well,
Wise men, 't is said, have sometimes wished the same,
And wished and had their trouble for their pains.
Suppose my Œdipus should lurk at last
Under a pork-pie hat and crinoline,
And, latish, pounce on Sphynx in Leicester Square?
Or likelier, what if Sphynx in wise old age,
Grown sick of snapping foolish people's heads,
And jealous for her riddle's proper rede, —
Jealous that the good trick which served the turn
Have justice rendered it, nor class one day
With friend Home's stilts and tongs and medium-ware,—
What if the once redoubted Sphynx, I say,
(Because night draws on, and the sands increase,
And desert-whispers grow a prophecy)
Tell all to Corinth of her own accord.
Bright Corinth, not dull Thebes, for Lais' sake,
Who finds me hardly grey, and likes my nose,
And thinks a man of sixty at the prime?
Good! It shall be! Revealment of myself!
But listen, for we must co-operate;
I don't drink tea: permit me the cigar!
First, how to make the matter plain, of course —
What was the law by which I lived. Let 's see:
Ay, we must take one instant of my life
Spent sitting by your side in this neat room:
Watch well the way I use it, and don't laugh!
Here's paper on the table, pen and ink:
Give me the soiled bit — not the pretty rose!
See! having sat an hour, I'm rested now,
Therefore want work: and spy no better work
For eye and hand and mind that guides them both,
During this instant, than to draw my pen
From blot One — thus — up, up to blot Two — thus —
Which I at last reach, thus, and here's my line
Five inches long and tolerably straight:

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poem by Robert Browning (1871)
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Grave Retrospective

Possessions' progression obsession
poor more, more than best less, must draw
conclusions mistaken, impression
that wealth over health sets the score
for worth on our earth where aggression's
too often condoned by the law,
where success seems a sterile succession
of trangressions that ravage rapports.

This seems tantamount to retrogression
where blunderbuss plunder makes war
where arrogant ego expression
is excuse for abuse all abhor.
Who lusts for a trophy procession
to celebrate, victory's roar,
finds vain remains reign, dispossession,
cyclic atrophy squanders life's store.

Where vice is held virtue, concession
signals weakness, destruction in store,
where thinly disguised indiscretion
pours rewards upon traitor or whore,
where equity's lacks intercession
from power base raw's bloody maw
it is hard to ignore the suppression
of freedom, true rue rotten core.

Where equity finds no reflection
in the eyes of corrupt judge explore
when and how most lost sense of direction,
surrendered control, and deplore
political moral defection,
dereliction of duty, closed door,
or puppet string rigging election,
democracy hard to restore.

Once life's flow more than permanence counted,
Nature guided intemporal tide,
no need for race, steed to be mounted,
no seed but would blossom beside
scheme stream of unconscious connections
as each was in all, all in each, -
no need for trace, gain, greed, projections,
for constrictive force frontiers of speech.

Once no part of the whole was discounted
as second-class link in life's chain,
each link was completely accounted
as interdependent to gain
from Time time to evolve, never static,

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poem by Jonathan Robin
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A Lunar Musing

The moon inset itself on the blue of the daytime sky,
Appearing like some fogged-up monocle,
Reminding us of it's ever presence,
But also it's invisibility.
Strikes me it's the same for those with fogged-up minds.

poem by Greg Costello
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Chatahoochie

Yeah way down yonder on the chattahoochee
it gets hotter
than a hoochie coochie
we layed rubber on the georgia asphalt
we got a
litte crazy but we never got caught
down by the river on a friday night
pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight
talkin' 'bout cars and dreamin
'bout women
never had a plan just a livin' for the minute
yeah way
down yonder on the chattahoochee
never knew how much that muddy water meant
to me
but i learned how to swim and i learned who i was
alot about livin'
and a little 'bout love
well we fogged up the windows in my old
chevy
i was willin' but she wasn't ready
so i settled for a burger and a
grape snow cone
dropped her off early but i didn't go home
down by the
river on a friday night
pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight
talkin'
bout cars and dreamin' 'bout women
never had a plan just a livin' for the
minute
yeah way down yonder on the chattahoochee
never knew how much
that muddy water meant to me
but i learned how to swim and i learned who i
was
a lot 'bout livin' and a little 'bout love
Yeah way down yonder on
the chattahoochee
it gets hotter than a hoochie coochie
we layed rubber
on the georgia asphalt
we got a litte crazy but we never got
caught
well we fogged up the windows in my old chevy
i was willin' but
she wasn't ready
so i settled for a burger and a grape snow cone
dropped
her off early but i didn't go home

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song performed by Alan Jackson
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Windows

The windows of my life
have panes that go through change.
Sometimes they're clear
Sometimes they're fogged up
and I find that rather strange.

When they're clear I see the road
that stretches far ahead.
When they're foggy it's hard to see
so I close my eyes instead,
for I fear uncertainty.

Life's so unpredictable
and yet it's really not.
For unpredictability
is all we've really got.
So we hang on to each and every day
and do the best we can.

Sooner or later when hard times come
we pray the window pane
will be glass that's all fogged up
so we can remain
uncertain with our eyes shut tight
and unable to see that windowed sight.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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The substance of my self (Terzanelle)

The substance of my self remain
in every speck of dignity,
in humility and pain,

the shadow of my soul remains me
in fogged out looks
in every speck of dignity,

in every word, in poems in electronic books
fading away, lamenting, cry
in fogged out looks

every thing, where nostalgia runs dry
in the well of my spirit and soul
fading away lamenting, cry

like a unreachable goal
with love crumbling into hallucinations
in the well of my spirit and soul

flowering like a bunch of bloody carnations.
The substance of my self remain
with love crumbling into hallucinations
in humility and pain.

{References: The shadow of my soul by Federico Garcia Lorca and The shadow of my soul by Roy Campbell.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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